Dominion of The Beast Masters

Chapter 231: Beyond the Best: A World-Tier Awakens



The battlefield lay before Eratz as a chaotic yet beautiful symphony of motion, energy, and intent.

The roar of the crowd faded into the background as he focused on the moment, his mind clearer than it had ever been. The world felt sharp, and vivid, as if every movement, every detail had slowed just for him.

His breathing was steady, his heart pounding in rhythm with the pulsating energy surging through his body.

He could feel everything across the arena. He could see Kaida, her flames flickering as she shielded Milo and Colin with a determined expression. Her fiery aura danced like a protective barrier around the two younger fighters. Milo's small hands glowed faintly with healing energy, Colin stood rigid, her fiery fingers trembling.

Maybe they expected an attack, maybe they couldn't even see what was happening. Only Kaida showed less anxiety and more determination.

Fredrin lingered near the edges of the arena, his stance uncertain as he assessed the escalating chaos, his heart seemed hesitant, maybe willing to attack, yet fearing the same fate as Morgiana.

Eratz felt an uncanny sense of control. It wasn't arrogance but a calm certainty that he could guide the battle wherever it needed to go. The flow of energy around him, the movements of his opponents, the presence of his allies, everything seemed to align in perfect clarity.

He was at the center, the maestro of this storm.

Moses charged, his massive form barreling toward Eratz with steam pouring from his skin. His movements were powerful, deliberate, and intimidating, but Eratz's smile widened.

He felt no fear, only a growing exhilaration. As Moses swung a crushing fist, Eratz leaned into his momentum, pivoting gracefully to deliver a spinning kick to Moses's jaw.

The strike landed cleanly, sending a ripple through the air, but Moses barely flinched. His towering form absorbed the impact like a mountain enduring a gale.

Eratz's grin didn't waver.

'Need more power,' he thought.

He saw Moses shift his weight, the intent to retaliate, and the path his attack would follow. Slowing his movement deliberately, Eratz tried to maneuver into the perfect angle, he could dodge, he had the speed and anticipation, but Moses reached him.

A powerful kick slammed into Eratz's face, the force of it snapping his head back. His skull rattled with the shock, but his smile grew bigger.

Rockbound fury.

A deep roar built within him as his energy exploded outward, his aura surging like an uncontained storm. The power coursed through his veins, amplifying his strength to new levels. He could feel the damage he had taken transforming into raw energy, fueling his every

move.

His speed blurred the air around him. With devastating precision, he drove his knee upward into Moses's chin. The impact was thunderous, snapping Moses's head back and sending him flying backward.

This time, the damage was perfect.

Moses's intent to strike resurfaced. Eratz saw the path clearly, a punch aimed at his stomach. Once again, he had all the weapons to dodge, but another idea flickered in his mind.

He used the thunder lycaon's passive ability and Moses's fist passed harmlessly through him. The moment of surprise in Moses's eyes was all Eratz needed.

"Now," he whispered.

Summoning his beasts, he called forth Cinderblaze and the Thunder Lycaon, both materializing in flashes of fire and lightning. In perfect synchronization, the three of them launched into a devastating combo.

Cinderblaze struck with devastating attacks leaving a burn on impact. The Thunder Lycaon followed, faster, more violent, its claws crackling with electricity that often paralysed Moses.

Eratz completed the combo, his fists surging with an explosive raw power, delivering blow after blow, destroying Moses.

The battlefield erupted into chaos as fire and electricity intertwined, creating a maelstrom of destruction centered on Moses.

Eratz and his beasts were juggling Moses high above the battlefield. The massive fighter's body was caught in an unrelenting storm of fire and lightning.

Cinderblaze's fiery claws scorched Moses at every opportunity, while the Thunder Lycaon's crackling strikes paralyzed his attempts to retaliate.

Eratz himself darted in and out with explosive punches, each one sending shockwaves rippling through the air.

Together, they created a relentless rhythm, a brutal dance that left the audience breathless.

Fredrin, standing on the edge of the chaos, clenched his fists. His jaw tightened as he watched Moses, the pillar of their team, being overwhelmed.

For the first time, the unshakable fighter felt a pang of fear. If Moses couldn't match Eratz's fury, there was no hope. None of them could stand a chance, and they would do the most memorable event of their career.

With a growl of determination, Fredrin pressed his foot against the cracked earth, readying himself to leap on Kaida and the kids, their only chance of winning.

The ground cracked beneath him, his powerful legs readying, but Eratz and Moses landed in front of him with a deafening crash before he could jump.

The ground quaked under their combined weight, debris flying in all directions. The sheer force of their clash sent a shockwave through the arena, momentarily stunning Fredrin mid-

motion.

It lasted barely a second. But in that fleeting moment, Fredrin froze.

Eratz's burning crimson eyes were locked on him.

They glowed with a feral intensity, daring him... or rather not... anticipating too much, too far in advance, and missing a chance. Fredrin could feel it, one second too early, and he would have been under Eratz's feet.

Eratz could see everything. Not just him, but the entire battlefield. Every movement, every intent, every possibility, it was all within his grasp.

Face to this display of mastery, the arena was steeped in awe. The reactions from those watching were as varied as they were intense.

Sia's eyes shook as she struggled to comprehend what she was witnessing. Rex's jaw dropped. Aryn leaned forward as if trying to get closer to the action, her mouth moving silently,

searching for words.

Leonidas was stunned, frozen in his seat, his usually sharp gaze wide with shock. A little farther away, Eliza slowly removed her glasses, her hands trembling slightly as she stared at the scene, her lips parted in astonishment.

On Golden Cosmos' bench, Mercury's wide eyes followed every move Eratz made. She clutched the railing tightly, her breath hitching as she watched.

Raya was utterly still, her blind gaze fixated in her own way, as though she could feel the awe that the others could only perceive. Ryder and Catarina sat petrified.

Catarina's tail flicked once before going still, her ears flat against her head. Zara, standing at the back, had her arms drop to her sides. She had been too stunned even to realize it.

But it didn't stop there. In countless homes, the shock echoed.

Kian and Lila sat motionless on the couch. Kian's fingers gripped the edge of his seat while Lila covered her mouth with her hand, her expression unreadable except for the clear surprise

in her wide eyes.

Further away, Lisa's face paled. Her hands clasped tightly in front of her as she leaned closer

to the screen, unable to look away.

"Eratz..." she whispered, almost inaudibly.

Rowan, in his own space, shook his head slowly, his eyes narrowing as he tried to process the

level of Eratz's display.

Yet amid the collective awe, three figures reacted differently.

Victoria straightened her posture, her usual reserved demeanor melting away into something warmer. Her heart swelled with admiration, her lips curling into a small, proud smile. Her blue eyes gleamed as she leaned over the railing, unable to suppress the emotion rising

within her. She clapped loudly, cheering Eratz with a rare fervor.

"Yes! That's it! You've got it! Keep going Eratz! You're amazing!"

Tamara, on the World Star bench, had her arms crossed again, her expression now softened. Her shoulders relaxed as all her anger melted into pure admiration.

For the first time, she forgot how played she had been but focused on someone brimming with limitless potential, someone she wished to see grow even stronger. Her lips parted as

she whispered to herself.

"Perfect... just perfect." A faint smile crossed her lips, though she didn't cheer like Victoria, her admiration burned quietly but intensely.

Kallistra, in the middle of Infinite Twilight's shock, was euphoric. She leaned back, her arms

raised in an excited clap. Her excitement was almost childlike, her regal composure giving way to unrestrained delight.

She saw in Eratz an equal, a rival worthy of her attention on the same table as Victoria,

Tamara, and herself.

"Magnificent!" she exclaimed, her voice carrying across the room. "This is what I wanted to

see. Bravo, Eratz, bravo!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Her applause was rhythmic and so genuine that many of Infinite Twilight's members looked

at her in confusion.

The emotions swirling around the arena painted a vivid tapestry of awe, admiration, and

hope.

There were a few occasions when one could show talent, a few could confirm it, and even fewer could improve. This was what made the best specials, and at that moment, no one

doubted it.

This was the birth of a legend.

It wasn't a rookie match anymore, it wasn't any opponent, maybe they weren't the best in this

field, but what mattered was that Eratz surpassed them, he made it look too easy for him.

There was only a league for people like him, for people able to toy with the continental level. This was the level of a world-tier fighters.